" You’re the one needing a bath,’ the marine said. The Daru’s expression displayed shock, then dismay. ‘Outrageous notion. Sufficient layers of sweet scent applied over sufficient years, nay, decades, have resulted in a permanent and indeed impervious bouquet of gentlest fragrance.’ He waved his plump, pale hands. ‘A veritable aura about oneself to draw lovestruck butterflies— "

― Steven Erikson , Memories of Ice (Malazan Book of the Fallen, #3)